She sat with me her hands touching my hair and then my face. "You are far to pretty to be a man, and your hair, well, there are woman that \would kill...to have beautiful hair like yours".I should have been embarrassed at her comments but she had a way of making me feel so at ease. She looked down at my business suit, "You will feel much beeter out of that thing Cindy". She stood me up and removed my jacket, shoes, socks, pants, my tie, shirt and finally my underpants. She looked around my body. My plan was set. The next evening Angela called around, with her Step mom in tow. “I thought you were going out?” the wizened old witch accused me. “I er I am” I stammered “Just want to show Angela the place first. “It’s the same layout as ours” the witch said “She won’t have a problem!” “Right then” I said “I’d better be off. I might be late as I don’t really know what I’ve got to do but it’s a cash job and I can’t afford to turn it down. Bruiser didn’t like the old witch either and he bared. She hung the cap on a peg as she produced a piece of latex with hair on it from the bag. "This," she said, "will really get you into your new life!" It was a pussy in plastic and it looked so real. "Now you may plead with us to let you wear this Chrissy," piped in Jennifer. My response was too slow in coming, it was met with a slap across my face by Susie. The door was swung open and I was lead away and into a back room. From there we descended a wide staircase where there was a good deal of. He hadn’t noticed this before because she had dyed her hair red and had been augmented considerably by her former sponsor, to the extent that she had gained a cup size and improved her cleavage. Otherwise, though, she was the same prissy Alexandra Walker as before, full of herself and convinced that her shit didn’t stink. How she had made it this far, he didn’t know, but then he recalled that she was in the pool, so obviously there had been some consequences. They just hadn’t sunk in.